Just a blurred sunset
Skies the color of pomegranate wrapped in swaths or dark gray.
Painted but smudged
The fire too far to touch the tip of the wing.
The orange bleeding into green and yellow, being swallowed by hues of shadow blue.
From up here the sunset seemed to stretch for days. Like it was reaching and reaching.
I wanted to touch it
The veins of the city pulsing but faint from thousands of feet high.
Magnificent
A sliver of the moon dangling above the line of the clouds.
Hanging there, patiently waiting for the fire to stop breathing.
Lana Del Rey is in my ear, singing Cherry and I fall to pieces with her voice.
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